Desi sex story of horny boy’s fun time with barber: 1

Desi sex story: My pants are wet from leaking pre-cum. I can’t keep my laptop on my lap, because it is rocking over my hard on. I am not sure whether I am doing the right thing writing this or not?

Because I made a promise to surrender myself to him and not touch down there unless he permits me to, but today, I can’t let go the urge of rubbing my 7-inch tool against anything and oozing out the milk, which is building up in my balls. I hope this helps to relieve some of that tension!

What I am sharing with you is a true event, it happened on 13th October 2021. I was lying in my bed, on my stomach, dressed up in a blue color, lycra, half-sleeve t-shirt and in my favorite grey pajama.

I was watching Gabriel Clark masturbating on my iPad when suddenly, I was distracted with a ding-dong. I looked around to only realize that someone had rung my door bell.

I had no intentions of getting up, for I was hiding something under my pajama, scared of it being seen by a stranger, I quickly rushed to my washroom, lowered my pajama and poured cold water on my throbbing, pink, veinous cock.

‘Ding-Dong’ and the second ring, startled me, making me spill some water on my pajama. It was all wet down from the waist up to my thighs. I could not wear this and check the door. So, I had to drop them off.

In a rush, I grabbed my towel, hanging behind the door, on the hook, and wrapped my waist with it. I felt it a bit loose but I could not bother. My t-shirt was still on and I had a relief of it preventing me from a naked barren look.

I quickly stepped out of my room and rushed towards the hallway to stop the stranger from a third ring, but to all of my attempts, I was too slow. There it was, a third bell and I opened the door. To my surprise there stood my barber.

It had completely slipped my mind that I had called him for a haircut yesterday and he had given me today’s appointment. I asked him, ‘Sonu bhaiya, aap ne call nahi kiya?’ to which he replied with a mild frustration, ‘Bhaiya aapko 4 baar call kar chuka hu, aap ne phone hi nahi uthaya.’

I felt embarrassed. My phone was lying in the living room, I picked it up and checked 4 missed calls. I welcomed him in.

‘App kya nahane jane wale the?’ he asked. ‘Ha bas ja hi raha tha ki ghanta baji.’ – I replied.
‘Acha hua nahi gaye, aap pehle haircut karwa lo phir naha lena.’ ‘Theek he.’

I asked him to come in. He walked behind me with his bag to my room. I saw my iPad’s display on, it still showed my last activity on the screen in vivid bright colors. I immediately picked it up and pressed the power button.

‘Kya aap movie dekh rahe the?’ he inquired. ‘nahi bhaiya aise hi bas browse kar raha tha, ye adds aati rehti he.’ I replied nervously, afraid that he must have seen my content before I could turn the screen off.

‘Bhaiya aapke paas koi t-shirt hogi? Meri to baarish me gili ho gayi he, aur ispe baal chupkenge’- he asked politely, hoping for a yes.

‘Ha do minute, me dekhta hu, aapko kya size aati he?’ – I asked hoping to hear XL for that’s what my ears kept begging for. He said L and it was still better. It brought a smirk on my face.

I opened my cupboard and there was only one t-shirt which could fit him. However, my evil mind was as of yet not ready to give him that. I instead offered him my white t-shirt which was in medium size, knowing that it would not fit him.

I asked him to change, meanwhile I would go grab a chair, some plastic sheets and an extension box for his trimmer and hair dryer.

I closed the door behind me, I was craving to check him out while he undressed his loose black shirt but I needed to be careful of not revealing any of my intentions.

My dick was harder than before, oozing pre-cum like never before. I still had my towel covering my privates but I had to grab another pajama for myself.

I knocked on the door, after a few seconds, I pushed the door slightly and entered in my room to witness fire in my room.

There he stood, in his blue denims, white vest, revealing finely trimmed hairy armpit and chest, up above the waist. He was holding my t-shirt in his left hand. He handed it back to me complaining of it being too small and would not fit him.

I could not take my eyes off his body. The hard spoky nipples were a torture for me. His vest did no justice in ameliorating the show off.

That bulgy chest muscles looked straight in my face, the overly stretched vest in-front of his sternum suggested of how huge those muscles were.

My eyes followed him up from his pecs to the vest straps on his shoulder. Oh fuck! Those shoulder traps were huge, promising him being a heavy lifter. I had never noticed them before for they always remain hidden under his collar.

I looked up at his face, he smiled and said, ‘Bhaiya ab kya kare? agar aapko koi issue na ho, to aise he cut kar du? Jab tak meri shirt bhi sookh jaegi.’

In my mind, I was all in trouble, I was wondering if I would regret this decision. I just nodded and said nothing.

He quickly left my t-shirt on my bed and arranged his tools, the chair and the plastic sheet in-front of a long mirror in my room. He asked me to let go of my towel and wear anything that was to be thrown back in laundry.

I followed his advice, picked up my black underwear which already had cum stains from previous night and rolled them up, under my towel.

I sat on the chair, looked myself in the mirror, it was not too shabby. My beard needed some trimming and my sides needed to be shaved properly but other than that the length on the top looked just perfect. I directed him over what I wanted. He quickly understood.

He wrapped a long, polka dotted, black color cloth around my neck, covering me from top to my knees. I undid my towel within the cloth and threw it aside on the floor. To my surprise he picked it up and hanged it on the hook, behind my bedroom door. That gesture felt super nice.

Now I was in my black undies, a t-shirt on top, all covered with a loose piece of cloth while he was standing in his blue denims and white vest. I looked at his laterally inverted image in the mirror and he reminded me off Wolverine!

So beefy, jacked up and fucking hot. He was a perfect daddy material. With no love handles on the side but a slight tummy that showed, he was in his bulking phase. I noticed his arms; all pumped up from the lifting up of his bag from the parking to my third floor.

He had enormous biceps, may be 15 inches or more! There were no cuts, which made them just more delectable. I could not see any flex, unless he raised his hands. Every now and then he would ask me of something and I would just nod, for I was pretty much engrossed painting him without his vest in my imagination.

Wanted to badly to tear of his vest and burry my bearded face in his pecs. Smell his musk and bite on his super hard nipples. Run my tongue down his abdomen and tease him with soft kisses near his torso. Time was slipping by and my saliva dripping dry.

Every time I closed my eyes, I could only think of his armpits. He has gorgeous armpits, well-trimmed and fragrant. One could simply roll their tongue there to find nothing more than musk.

I was completely lost in his attractive physique when he noticed my bulge and my pre-cum staining his cloth piece.

‘Bhaiya, aapko washroom jana ho to chale jaiye,’ he said. I did not understand what he meant unless I looked down and witnessed my bulge and oozing pre-cum.

I felt utterly sorry for what I had done. It was humiliating to reveal my lusty thoughts in this manner.

‘Kitna baki he?’ I asked trying to change the topic. To which he replied, it is all done. He just needed to clean the hair behind my neck, for which he needs to untie that cloth piece.

‘Ha to saaf kar do na’ – I replied without even thinking for a second that I would be exposed! That piece of cloth was the only thing that was still hiding my bulge from him.

Veiling my horniness and protecting me from any further embarrassments. It took him literally 2 seconds to untie the knot and expose my throbbing wet cock which was begging to peak out of my black underpants.

I watched him look down at my waist in the mirror. I covered my cock with both of my hands. He took the liberty to unbutton the first two buttons on my t-shirt to expose my neck.

The touch of his thumb on my neck, while undoing my buttons, made me to moan softly. My eyes were shit, mouth open, when he must have bent down and tucked his right hand under my t-shirt, creasing my pecs, looking for my left nipple.

Desi sex story of horny guy’s wild time imagining barber

I felt his touch all the way from my neck to my left nipples.

I could not control any longer. I opened my eyes and found him standing behind me, his head resting on my left shoulder, his lips touching my neck on the left side.

While his right hand digging deep inside my unbuttoned t-shirt and his left hand moving slowly from the left side of my waist to my two wrists which had only one job, covering my leaky bulge.

As soon as he touched my rock hard, super sensitive, pink nipple, I surrendered. I dropped both of my hands exposing me to a sexy sin. He kissed me softly on my neck then gently talked dirty in my ear.

‘Bhaiya, aapka to khada ho gaya! Kya wajah me hu?’- I said ‘Sonu bhaiya.’ And my heart rate and breathing rhythm sky rocketed.

Shit I came!